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ALONG LIFE'S PATHWAY 



ALONG LIFE'S PATHWAY 

A poem in four Cantos with Recreations 

Many portraits and illustrations 

Original Edition 

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Flora Trueblood Bennett Neff 
LoGANSPORT, Indiana 




FLORA TRUEBLOOD BENNETT NEFF 
Logansport, Indiana 



ALONG LIFE'S 
PATHWAY 



A POEM 

IN FOUR CANTOS WITH 

RECREATIONS 

BY 

FLORA TRUEBLOOD BENNETT NEFF 



ILLUSTRATED BY 

SAMILLA LOVE JAMESON 



PRIVATELY PRINTED 
LOGANSPORT, INDIANA 

1911 



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DEDICATION 

TO THOSE WHO WOULD DESTROY 

CRUELTY THIS VOLUME 

IS INSCRIBED 



The demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted 
in sucking- the blood of genius and of generosity. 

— Abraham Lincoln. 



A FORGOTTEN TEXT 

And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bear- 
ing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, 
in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it 
shall be for meat. — Genesis 1:29. 

In early times people were obliged to kill animals in self 
defense and for bodily sustenance, but now that nuts and 
vegetable oils are so abundant and so universally distributed, 
may we not tend toward that higher civilization which almost 
wholly abolishes the shedding of innocent blood ? Would it 
not represent the glorious era of man's "dominion over every 
living thing that moveth upon the earth?" 



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STRAY THOUGHTS 

He who endorses but one line of progress deserves to be 
called "crank;" he who promotes many, a philanthropist. 

Every thought, word, or deed, destined to make the gen- 
erations more kind, merits a page in modern scriptures. 

The world will become better when we limit the birthrate 
of children and dumb animals to that degree where all can 
be cared for humanely. 

Pioneer Rome was doubtless as pure in morals as early 
America, but the history of congested population has ever 
been that of avarice, crime and suffering. 

No miracle can change our tendencies or conditions, noth- 
ing save practical common sense. 



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CONTENTS 

Page 

Recreation — A Croon 20 

Canto First — Aunt Jane Moorland 21 

1. Narrative 21 

(a) Colloquy 26 

2. Application 38 

Recreation — Lullaby 45 

Canto Second — Ways of Cruelty 49 

Recreation — Bird Song 92 

Canto Third— The Tiger-Cat 93 

1 . Appeal 103 

Recreation — My Love 118 

Canto Fourth — Conclusion 119 

1. Address 119 

2. Query 125 

3. Prophesy 140 



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ILLUSTRATIONS 

No. Page 

1. Flora Trueblood Bennett Neff. Frontispiece . . . -- 8 

2. Recreation — A Croon 20 

3. "Sitting, knitting, wrapt in silence" 24 

4. " 'John/ she said^ when he awakened" 27 

5. Count Lyoff Nikolaivich Tolstoi 31 

6. "Through neglect of Cattle Kings" 36 

7. A Heavy Load 39 

8. "Edifices cold and silent" 42 

9. Recreation — Lullaby 45 

1 0. "That steel-trap" 48 

1 1. "With a promise to his Johnny" 51 

12. "Anchored on a twig of willow" 54 

13. "Shorn from off the heron's crest" 57 

14. Richard ("Humanity") Martin 61 

15. Cruelties to Poultry 64 

16. George Thorndyke Angell 66 

17. "The check-rein" 67 

18. "Wonder why the Lord is slow" 69 

19. "Drunkard's horse" 71 

20. Docking 73 

21. Columbia 75 

22. "Marvel not that little Mary 

Gets her angel wings so quick" 77 

23. Cattle Car 79 

24. Saying Grace 80 

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ILLUSTRATIONS 

Page 

25. Branders 81 

26. The Vivisector's Dream 83 

27. War at Sea 88 

28. Recreation — Bird Song 92 

29. "Just beneath the mother's smile" 94 

30. "Tiger-Cat in tiger-fury" 96 

31. "Pays the penalty of murder" 99 

32. "Searching in their prayers and penance" 101 

33. Baby's First Lesson in the Crime of Cruelty 103 

34. Frances E. Willard 105 

35. General Neal Dow 109 

36. The Christ of the Andes 114 

37. Recreation — My Love 118 

38. Dr. Wilham Olin Stillman 123 

39. "The dear frog who blinks at you" 126 

40. "Who will be our Telemachus, 

Midst the Romans of today?" 129 

41. "Starving Puss" 132 

42. Henry Bergh 133 

43. Clara Barton 137 

44. Susan B. Anthony 141 

45. Allegory — The Sun-Rise of Peace 146 



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Along Life's Pathway 

CANTO FIRST 

AUNT JANE MOORLAND 

NARRATIVE 

Aunt Jane Moorland's life was nearing 

Sunset, o'er the Vale of Time, 
Tipped the hills with wondrous glory. 

Touched her soul with thoughts sublime. 
Seventy years had kissed her forehead, 

And her silken silver hair 
Lay in crinkles o'er the wrinkles 

Of that brow so pure and fair. 

And she sat one winter's evening. 

By a table small and trim. 
Knitting such a dainty stocking. 

Weaving finer thoughts within; 
Brave Old Lion, just beside her, 

Fiercest dog of all in fight, 
Lamb-like slumbered on the corner 

Of her lengthy apron white. 



22] Along Life's Pathway 

Thomas Kitten, right before her, 

Eyes so tight he could not peep. 
None would dream that cruel splinters 

Lurked within those velvet feet; 
Nephew Robin, in the cradle. 

Who had come with tearful eye, 
Tiny scratch upon his finger. 

Just to hear her lidlaby. 

Uncle John, that sturdy farmer. 

Famous all the country round 
For the sleekest, finest cattle. 

Biggest hogs and richest ground, 
Snoozing snugly by the fireside. 

Paper fallen on the floor. 
Head half bended, mouth extended. 

Breathing almost in a snore. 



Too many well-acquainted^ idle women in a boarding house 
sometimes peril its reputation. Full female franchise would tend 
to counteraction. 




'Sitting, knitting, wrapt in silence' 



Aloncj Life's Pathzcai/ [25 

Raging winds outside were howling, 

Giant trees caught the refrain, 
Every twig bowed low and struggled, 

JNIoaning as in dreadful pain; 
While within the embers glowing, 

Quite a cheerful contrast bore, 
Each blaze vying with its brother 

To outrival those before. 

Thus, Aunt Jane, in gown old-fashioned. 

Snowy cap, so plain and neat, 
Sitting, knitting, wrapt in silence, 

jNIade a picture most complete. 
She w^as happy in the knowledge 

That their stock of every kind 
And they, too, were safely sheltered 

From the chilling wintry wind; 



Do not ride behind a docked horse and tell the driver why. 
Noise and fire-crackers are poor exponents of real patriotism. 



26] Along Life's Pathtc a If 

But she thought of all the starving 

And the freezing, everywhere, 
While so many others prospered 

Like themselves with much to spare; 
And she felt that none too quickly, 

They, the fortunate, should seek 
To arouse and rally forces 

Of the strong to help the weak. 

COLLOQUY 

"John," she said, when he awakened, 

"Do you really not suppose 
That the Lord would like to have us 

Share our corn and wheat with those 
Wretched miners, in our own state. 

Where their hungry children cry 
And where those who call for succor. 

Must unaided starve and die?" 



A day will come when a cannon will be pointed out in a mu- 
seum, as an instrument of torture is shown there today, with 
astonishment that such a thing could ever have existed. — Victor 
Hugo. 




" 'John,' she said, when he awakened' 



Along Life's Pathxcay [29 

"Jane, my dear, you should not borrow 

Trouble, when the Lord so kind 
Has provided fer our comfort; 

Trust all to His gracious mind. 
If them miners He would punish. 

Sinners everyone no doubt. 
It is right, Jane, fer you know that 

God's ways air past finding out." 

"Nay, but John, the Good Book tells us. 

And experience makes it plain. 
That the rain falls on the just ones 

And the unjust, just the same. 
If by chance our crops are favored. 

Is it right that you and I 
Gorge and glutton while our brothers 

From the cruel famine die?" 



If 3^ou must kill them, do it without cruelty. Every animal 
has a right to justice and protection at the hands of man. — Ani- 
mal World. 



30] Along Life's Pathway 

"Pshaw! dear Jane, if God Almighty 

Does not want to prosper such, 
It is nothin' to us people. 

As I see, not very much. 
We air not supposed to meddle 

Only with our own, 'tis plain; 
Famine, war and crime air judgments, 

And we air not in 'em, Jane!" 

"If the Lord desires to punish 

Those now starving for some sin, 
Are you not afraid that sometime 

He, dear John, will count us in? 
What if He, too, should be testing 

Our own selfish hearts the while, 
Just to see if in the future 

We be worthy of His smile?" 



Never use a check-rein, unless so long that the horse can have 
free use of his head when going up hill. 




COUNT LYOFF NIKOLAIVICH TOLSTOI 

A rich noblevuin -who dared to be a brother to the loxcest Peasant. 

Tyranny dares much in that land of immense silence (Russia), 
but tyranny itself is abashed before the isolated nobility 
of Count Leo Tolstoi." — T. P. O'Connor. 



Along Life's Pathway [33 

"I caint see, to save my life, Jane, 

Why the Lord should chasten us, 
Fer not sharin' with them paupers 

Thet air raisin' such a fuss ; 
What is mine is all my own, Jane, 

Though I fear we caint agree, 
'Tis my plan to bother no one — 

No one then should bother me!" 

"So you thought, John, when our neighbor 

Beat his horse until I cried, 
That you had no right to meddle. 

Though the blood coursed down its side; 
And I fear his poor wife suffers 

Like the horse ; would you, my dear. 
See him strike that poor, frail woman 

And not try to interfere?" 



Do not carry your surplus stock of cats to the country or your 
neighbor. Better learn to chloroform them humanely. 



34] Along Life's Pathzeay 

"Ho! ho! Jane, you're so peculiar, 

Air not thet man's horse and wife 
Both his own? Didn't she promise 

To 'obey' him all her life? 
Didn't I see him pay the money 

Fer thet crazy balkin' mare? 
Seems to me, dear Jane, you're talkin' 

Most tremendous, awful queer!" 

"John, the noble Ruskin tells us 

He who is not actively 
Kind is certainly most guilty 

Of the crime of Cruelty. 
He who sees the hand uplifted 

And not try to stay the knife. 
When 'tis in his power to do so, 

He is guilty of that life." 



He who is not actively kind is cruel. — John Ruskin. 




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"If we see a poor wife beaten 

By that worse than coward, knave, 
She calls 'husband,' we are sinful 

If we hasten not to save. 
If we find neglected children 

And not strive to rescue them, 
Or an animal mistreated. 

We are worthy of much blame." 

Thus they argued for a long time, 

'Bout the cattle on the plains 
And the thousands, freezing, dying. 

Through neglect of Cattle Kings; 
Talked about the plague in India, 

People dying, people dead, 
Until Uncle John proposed they 

"Offer prayer' and go to bed. 



A king, and yet no royal blood is in his veins ! A self-made 
monarch, and his subjects only the lowing herds in the far off 
west; his kingdom the frozen plains where his cattle are dying, 
for 'tis cheaper to lose half his herds than to feed and protect 
the whole. — George T. Angell. 



38] Along Life's Pathway 

APPLICATION 

Uncle Johns, dear friends, are many. 

Those who pray but seldom care 
If a weaker brother perish, 

If a fainter heart despair; 
Righteous people, all unmindful 

That on us rests a command: 
"Clothe" the poor and "feed" the hungry, 

Strive with voice and heart and hand 

To uplift the crushed and fallen. 

The defenseless and oppressed; 
To be kind in bravely daring 

Every cruelty to arrest. 
Our neglect of humane duties, 

Of the things we surely know, 
Is the greatest cause of cruelty. 

Is the chiefest cause of woe. 



Rover tells no tales, betrays no trust, asks no troublesome 
questions, is always ready for a bit of fun, loves and worships 
you and believes you God. Rover should live on a farm. 



Along Life's Pathzcay 



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And it's just the simple reason 

Why the angry driver goads 
Ceaselessly his beast of burden 

Which he shamefully o'er loads ; 
Why all butchers are not human 

And humane enough to slay 
All their victims in the quickest, 

Surest and most painless way; 



Why the curse of Rum hangs o'er us, 

Like a serpent poised mid-air. 
Sending forth its vilest poison 

On the innocent and fair; 
Why the air of starving Russia 

Must, for many years to come. 
Steeped with pestilential fevers, 

Scorch the lip, the cheek, the tongue 




A Heavy Load 



40] Along Life's Pathway 

Of the man}^ many thousands, 

Wretched, hopeless, weak, forlorn, 
Victims of those dread diseases 

Of the cruel conflict horn. 
We are dreaming, idly dreaming, 

Through this world of hunger, sin. 
Dreaming, dreaming, till misfortune 

Calls us back to earth again. 

Oh, the suffering all around us. 

Quivering nerves and hearts that break! 
Even the angels are disgusted 

With the flimsy prayers we make; 
For the peoples' spires and steeples 

Glitter from the turrets high, 
Piercing e'en the dome of Heaven, 

Deaf and dead to many a cry; 



Forty-eight kinds of animals are mentioned in the Bible; 
sixty-seven kinds of birds ; about ten kinds of fishes ; twenty-one 
kinds of reptiles; and seventeen kinds of insects. 




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"Edifices cold and silent' 



Along Life's Pathway [43 

Edifices cold and silent, 

People calmly reconciled, 
Cruelty goes on unheeded 

Save by now and then some child. 
Or perhaps an Aunt Jane Moorland, 

A^^ho, from high and noble aim, 
Braves the storm of public censure 

In the street, to plead in vain 

With some burly, brutal master, 

Trying thus to stay the lash. 
Only to receive his curses 

For an act so bold and rash! 



Even a kindly disposed child must suffer from the monster 
Ridicule because our paper-doll society mothers fail to teach 
Mercy. 

Would that the cries of all the crushed and bleeding forms, 
now under the scourge of our licensed saloon, might sound as a 
reveille into the ears of slothful Indifference. 



44] Along Life's Pathway 

Blest be that woman who lives above what unjust 
women may say of her. 

Some parents expect the teacher to make great 
successes out of their miserable failures. 

Boys: — American girls are increasing in stature, 
while you are growing shorter. Will you permit this, 
or will you mend your ways? 

Our public schools need more "deep-breathing" and 
less smattering of music, drawing and household 
economics. Children cannot learn everything. 

Teach the children industry and economy early in 
life. Responsibility strengthens character. Girls 
should learn house work, but girls need outdoor air 
and exercise as well as boys. 

As we believe in Mercj^ so we believe in recrea- 
tion, music and dancing, books, society, travel, the- 
ater, — cards, chess and other games, all under the 
parental eye and in moderation. Relaxation con- 
tributes to longevity. 




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O my little Jack Rose! 

Now what d'ye tink I 'spose 
About dis pickanny 

Wen I see dem squirmy toes? 
W'y, I tink dat 'lasses fine, 

But dey aint compar' wid mine, 
A little, blinkum, 'possum rose 
o' Mammy. 

O my little Jack Rose! 

Wen de sweet magnoly blows 
An' de bees is all a drowsin' 

Frum de honey dey explose, 
Wy, you Daddy loves his res' 

An' he knows his mountain nes' — 
He's comin' home ter baby an' 
ter Mammy. 




'That Steel Trap" 



CANTO SECOND 
WAYS OF CRUELTY 



Cruelty is myriad-headed 

And its ugly forms arise 
All around, above, beneath you — 

There the hideous monster lies! 
See the naturalist, whose knowledge 

Is so great and wide and high, 
Pinion fast the living spider, 

Hapless bee, or butterfly! 

See that steel-trap, like a demon, 

Spectral teeth, seductive breath, 
Holding victims in its clutches 

For that other spectre, Death ! 
See a creature's limb so swollen 

That from sheer excess of pain 
It frees itself by gnawing 

The imprisoned limb in twain! 

We may have a gay time in this world if we shut our eyes to 
Cruelty, but the closing of such accounts cannot be entirely sat- 
isfactory. After all, it is the philanthropist who truly lives. 



50] Along Life's Pathway 

See the angler, seeking pleasure 

In the wriggle and the squirm 
Of that humble little creature 

God hath pleased to call a worm! 
Seldom thinks he wife and children 

Need a ramble 'mid wild flowers, 
Or the sweet refining lessons 

That are taught in nature's bowers. 

With a promise to his Johnny: 

"When you're older, sure, someday, 
You may join me in this great sport," 

Hies he to the woods away. 
Not for special good, but pleasure. 

Pleasure, and at what a cost! 
Killing for the sport of killing. 

Savagery, we ne'er have lost. 



I would not enter on my list of friends, 

Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, 

Yet wanting sensibility, the man 

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. 

— William Cowper. 




'With a promise to his Jolmny" 



Aloncf Life's Patlnc ay [53 

See those fish, through hunger tempted 

By the worm upon the hook, 
Anchored on a twig of willow 

In some pool beside the brook! 
'Twere a mercy now to slay them. 

Yet that mercy cannot come 
Till the shadows of the evening 

Woo the angler to his home. 

Prattling children, waiting, watching, 

For that great long line of his, 
See the string of fish and wonder 

What a great (?) man "papa" is! 
All the fish not dead but dying. 

Half of them perhaps are tossed. 
Gasping, bleeding, suffocating. 

On the ground and so are lost! 



A man who refuses to vote has no right to a country. 

When the life of one of our fellows is at stake a butcher is 
not permitted to sit upon the jury, because killing animals 
hardeneth the heart. 



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The fad of hunting and fishing, next to the saloon, is perhaps 
the greatest of all loafer incubators. 

Jealousy is rare, but Envy loves to wear her mask. 

When we cross the dark river, we hope to hear the birds sing, 
have a purring kitten upon either shoulder, find the babies and 
the aged comfortable and all good boys and girls working at 
kindness. 



Aloncj Life's Pathway [55 

See the heartless hunter flashing, 

Ruthlessly his deadly toy, 
Midst the warbles of our forests, 

Seeking only to destroy! 

And these poor birds are strung 
On wires and hung. 

By those who torture and tear them, 
Or placed in cold ovens 
And heated till breath 
Is lost in a tedious, torturous death. 

That we as Christians may wear them ! 



Care for the birds in cages. 

A FORGOTTEN TEXT 
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one 
of them is forgotten before God? — Luke 12-6. 

The white heron is most beautiful at nesting time and 'tis 
easy for the sportsman to shoot her because she hovers over the 
nest. He tears the aigrettes from her poor bleeding body and 
leaves her on the ground, her little ones to starve in the nest. 



56] Along Life's Pathway 

See the sad, sad, withered corpses 

Of the oriole, red-bird, wren! 
Do our ladies know of orj)hans, 

Or the suffering of the slain? 
Do they know the airy aigrette, 

Shorn from off the heron's crest, 
God only gives to mother birds 

While yet they are on the nest? 

That while above her precious babes 

She hovers in maternal fear. 
She bares her own poor tender breast, 

A target for a monster near? 
Dear maiden, let thy kindly heart 

Forsake this mode of cruelty. 
Oh, may the ostrich plume suffice 

To satisfy thy vanity! 



It is no credit to men that women are learning the drink 
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"Shorn from off the heron's crest" 



Along Life's Pathicay [^9 

We have our snowy cotton fields 

And famous cashmere goat; 
The pretty sheep is wilHng 

To share her soft warm coat, 
But fashion claims the mother seal, 

Within the polar zone. 
And twenty thousand baby seals 

Each year are starved alone! 

Do you know the seal is human-like. 

Affectionate and dear, 
Caressing e'en the hand that strikes. 

Shedding the briny tear? 
So tender toward her offspring! 

O ladies, tell me, pray. 
Why covet so much mother-life, 

Such mother-lives as they? 



I saw in the eyes of the animals the human soul look out upon 
me. Come nigh, little bird, with your half stretched quivering 
wings — within you I behold choirs of angels, and the Lord him- 
self in vista. — Toxoards Democracy. 



60] Along Life's Pathway 

Do you know that Baby-Lamb records 

A crime so deep and fell, 
No brush can paint, or time erase, 

Or any language tell? 
More mother parents sacrificed. 

Opened while yet alive, 
The lambkin taken from her. 

And still she must survive! 

And in Mercy's name, dear ladies. 

Cannot some of us contrive 
To prepare a lobster salad 

Without boiling them alive? 
Can't we have Thanksgiving dinner, 

Christmas banquet. New Year's tea. 
Any more except we enter 

In the crime of Cruelty? 



Baby-Lamb, Baby-Seal and Baby-Calf are taken from the 
mother's womb and skinned alive. 

Women, protected by plain faces, too often lionize the tra- 
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Galway, Ireland 

Born in Dublin, February, ITo^; died in Boulogne, January 6, 
1834. Father of the world-wide anti-cruelty movement for the 
humane protection of animals. 



Along Life's Pathway [63 

See the poultry dealers, roughly, 

Though the very bones may crack. 
Lock the wings of baby chickens 

Painfully across the back! 
See the righteous, even, in buying. 

Use so oft that cruel test 
Of the age of living poultry. 

By the bruising of the breast ! 

See them tossed by Christian (?) housewives, 

On the ground, bruised, broken, tied. 
Hours perhaps before the slaughter. 

Just as if no Christ had died ! 
See them hanging at the shipper's. 

Helpless, pleading, day by day. 
Life-blood slipping, oozing, dripping. 

Ebbing, drop by drop, away. 



Oftimes the wings are broken by this cruelty. Try having 
A^our arms locked behind you, say from New York to Chicago. 




Till each poor bird, 
weaker, fainter. 
Whiter grows and 
feebly tries 
For the last time to 
implore you, 
Blinded, sickened, 
slowly dies! 




Can't prevent it? 
O dear readers, 
Can't eradicate 
such crime? 
Women, women, 
>can prevent it 
And be ladies 
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GEORGE THORNDIKE ANGELL 



More than two thousand of Boston's work horses wore black 
satin rosettes and streamers on the day of his funeral. "Few 
men have left a worthier record." — Ex-Governor John D. Long. 



Along Life's Patlncay 



[67 




"The Check Rein" 



See our patient horses, tortured 

With tight check-rein and close Winds, 

Adding neither grace nor beauty, 
But disease of many kinds! 



We welcome the automobile as an excellent humane agency, 
preventing birth and torture of horse-flesh. 



68] Along Life's Pathway 

Loosen the check-rein, master, 

See how your poor horse tries 
To free himself from the cruel strain; 
He tosses his head because of pain 

And pleads with his beautiful eyes! 

Loosen the check-rein, master, 

If only a moment you stay 
To chat and gossip with friends in town. • 
Heed the sad pleading of eyes so brown 

And give the tired neck full sway. 

Loosen the check-rein, master, 

Ah, see what a pleasure you bring! 
Old Dobbin is weary of check-rein and style, 
Let him stretch his poor neck as he chooses awhile. 
As free as a bird on the wing. 



The Dumb Animal kingdom is God's, therefore to us there 
is nothing vulgar within its realm. False modesty sometimes 
prevents rescue work, where otherwise suffering creatures might 
be made glad. 




"Wonder why the Lord is slow" 
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70] Along Life's Pathway 

See the horses 'round the churches, 

Shiv'ring in the sleet and snow, 
While the people, praying, wrestling. 

Wonder why the Lord is slow; 

"And saloons," did some one whisper? 

Yes, the drunkard's horse must freeze; 
Do you not aspire, dear Christians, 

To be nobler far than these? 



We have no riglit to torture any living thing with the idea 
that other living things will be benefited thereby. — Ella Wheeler 
Wilcox. 

No power beneath the sky can make an ignorant, wasteful 
and idle people prosperous, or a licentious people happy. — Fred- 
erick Douglass. 



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"Drunkard's Horse" 



If all would lend a helping hand, mirth and gladness might 
be multiplied many times and be more equally distributed. 



72] Along Life's Pathway 

God demands in our confession — 
Have we answered him aright ? 

Cain, where is thy speechless brother? 
Is he housed and fed tonight? 

See the shocking cruel docking, 

Mutilation and disguise, 
Thus destroying all protection 

'Gainst the stinging of the flies! 



He prayeth best who loveth best 
All things both great and small; 

For the dear God who loveth us, 
He made and loveth all. 

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 

A man, niggardly towards his wife, usually converts her either 
into a jelly-fish or stoic, and a tyrannous woman has a like in- 
fluence upon her husband. 



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Dockinff 



VULGAR AND CRIMINAL 



A theft for which one can never make amends ; a vulgarity 
all refined people should denounce ; a crime against helplessness 
and an insult to God ! 



74] Along Life's Pathxv ay 

Imitating snobbish customs, 

Aping Darwin's missing link! 
See her! Who is that approaching? 

Our Cohimbia, I think. 

See! she scorns the proffered greeting, 
Hear her: "Oh, begone! Away!" 

See her lovely head averted! 
Is she not a jewel, say? 

Would that every noble vision 

Were so quickened as to see 
That the dock-tailed horse was fashioned 

Bv the Prince of Snobbery! 



Revolutionize tlirough the ballot box. — Abraham Lincoln. 

O Liberty, how many crimes are committed in thy name !- 
Madame Roland (nee Marie Jeanne Philipon). 



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76] Alojif/ Life's Pathway 

See the farmer now, dehorning! 

Hear the speech which soothes and charms : 
"Cattle are more docile." Are they? 

So is man without his arms. 
Who would be the fiend incarnate 

To cut out the human tongue? 
Would it not prevent much gossip 

If 'twere done when very young? 

Now they're sheltered close together 

And much space the farmer gains, 
But they breathe tuberculosis! 

Dire consumption for his pains. 
Then the children drink the rich milk, 

Spread the golden butter thick, 
Marvel not that little Mary 

Gets her angel wings so quick! 



Would it not be nobler to raise hornless cattle? INlight not 
this represent a kindlier part of man's "dominion" over the brute 
creation? How boundless are thy ways, O Mercy, if we but 
love and study thee ! 




'Marvel not that little ]\Iai-y 
Gets her angel wings so quick. 



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[79 



See the prodding and the josthng 

Of the stock upon the train! 
See them hunger, thirst and smother, 

See them chafe and fret in vain, 
Till their mouths are parched and purple. 

And their tongues loll out in pain. 
And their eyes are fairly bursting 

From a fever-maddened brain! 




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Then we bend above our tables, 

Grateful for abundant food, 
Blind and deaf and dead to duty, 

Thankful yet for every good, 
And we ask the gracious Master 

"Bless and sanctify this meat," 
Which is only fit for buzzards 

And for crawling worms to eat! 




Saying Grace 



Eminent physicians declare that meat eating produces rheu- 
matism, cancer and consumption. 



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See the slirinking and the flinching 

Of our cattle, horses, sheep, 
As tlie hranders bin-y hot irons 

In their quivering flesh so deep! 
Burning incense to the Devil, 

But the smoke ascends on high 
To that Father who yet heareth 

E'en the suffering raven's cry! 




Branders 



Branders become hardened and are not particular as to the 
depth or care of the wounds they inflict. Sometimes the mother 
cow sheds tears and mourns for weeks over the loss of her baby. 



82] Along Life's Pathway 

Hear the moaning and the groaning 

Of the cows within the pen, 
As they see their young calves bleeding 

Yield unto the knife again! 
Hear the champing and the stamping 

And the bleating of the ewes, 
As the butcher binds their offspring 

And across his wagon throws! 

See the cruel vivisector 

Rend the flesh and burn the eyes, 
Murdering in the name of science, 

Gloating while his victim writhes! 
Pity? Say, does brutal savage 

Weep at scenes of suffering? gore? 
Barbarous instinct cultivated 

Only grieves when such is o'er! 



The "roping" of cattle upon the plains is to our country what 
bull-fights are to cruel Spain and Mexico. 




The Vivisector's Dream 



Along Life's Pathzcai/ [85 

In a great French laboratory 

Seven living horses lay, 
Eyeless, earless, tailless, hoofless, 

Sweating drops of agony, 
Forty hours! While great physicians, 

Skillful in their fiendish art. 
Froze and roasted, cut and tore them, 

Plucked out nerves and bared the heart! 

Fifty hours! Then all the subjects 

Had expired, save one, whose breath 
Told in hard convulsive gaspings 

Of the final hour of death; 
Then amid exultant laughter, 

Just to show their wreck complete, 
This poor suffering beast was hoisted, 

Dying, on its bleeding feet! 

A dog was given curare (not an anesthetic) and starved for 
eighteen hours. Its throat was cut open and the tube of a bellows 
inserted in the windpipe and artificial respiration maintained. 
Its stomach was cut open and a tube inserted into the bile-duct; 
this lasted half an hour. In this condition it was kept tightly 
bound to a board for eight hours, the stomach repeatedly opened 
and substances injected into the bowels. — Dr. Rutherford (Min- 
utes of Roi/ol Commission). Prom "Personal Experiences" of 
Philip G. Peabody, A.M., LL.B., President of The New England 
Anti-Vivisection Society. 



<S6] Alouf/ Life's Pathzvay 

And this monster, Vivisection, 
Stands within the college door 

In our land we call enlightened, 
Even at this very hour! 

Dhammapada, a learned Hindoo, 

At our World's Fair said: "I've come 

From a land of pagan darkness, 
# Pleading for your helpless dumb!" 



Lawson Tait, M. D., the great English surgeon and Fellow 
of the Royal College of Surgeons, said: "Such experiments 
never have succeeded and never can ; and they have, as in the 
eases of Koch, Pasteur and Lister, not only hindered true pro- 
gress, but have covered our profession with ridicule." 

Vivisection is the disgrace and shame of some of the sciences. 
Of what possible use is it to know just how long an animal can 
live without food ; without water ; at what time he becomes in- 
sane from thirst, or blind or deaf? Who but a fiend would try 
such experiments.^ — Robert G. Ingersoll. 




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Aloncj Life's Paihzcai/ [89 

See our Christian nations warring, 

Steeping pagan lands in crime, 
Sending back our flower of manhood 

Wrecks upon the flood of Time; 
Tainted brain and tainted bodies, 

Patriotic maidens brave 
Love them, innocent of danger, 

Wed, and find an early grave! 

Rum to craze the pagan reason. 

Swords and guns to maim and slay, 
Then conceitedly we tell them 

Of the "straight and narrow way!" 
Sending foreign missionaries 

Ere we learn of Mercy's laws. 
Is the essence of presumption. 

Is degrading to the cause! 



Rum is a menace alike to the artisan and soldier. 

Let our prisoners improve our highways, under a merciful 
surveillance. There is labor enough for all. 



90] Along Life's Paihxvay 

A united Christianity could prevent any war be- 
tween Christian nations. 

If you would glorify Christ, take the War drills 
out of the church and preach Peace. 

Because of War's degrading influence, few expe- 
rienced soldiers are worthy to wed pure womanhood. 
We prefer a patriotism of Peace. 

The meanest criminal is justly entitled to labor for 
his country and to enjoy occasionally God's pure air 
and sunshine. He is usually the product of the 
licensed saloon. 

If the church, lodge, club, and society would unite 
upon the broad platform of Peace, Mercy, Equal 
P^ranchise and Prohibition, how easily the earth could 
be reconciled to our "dominion." 

That South American bull fight in 1908 given for 
the entertainment of our American fleet, has retarded 
our moral progress fifty years. American mother- 
hood should strike, until a higher standard of national 
purity is established. 



A long Life 's Pa t h icaif [91 

Do not ask God to do the work He assigns to you. 

Slothfulness should not share equally in this world's 
goods with honest Toil. 

There should be an industrial school for the truant 
and a work-house for the able-bodied vagrant and 
jail-bird. 

Do we realize how few worthy parents have a clean, 
quiet and comfortable place in which to retire from 
active service? 

While we are opposed to too much heaping up of 
money, we recognize the fact that few men have the 
abilitv to run bio" concerns. 



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When all of our temperance talk is crystallized 
into National Prohibition ballots, a speedy dissolu- 
tion of the rum power will be assured. 

Let us hope we are nearing a time when women 
shall discard their fashion deities, when they shall 
realize their inherent rights to say and do things prac- 
tical, to be of real worth in this big world and to have 
a voice in the protection of the home. 




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THE TIGER CAT 

Cruelty is often stealthy 
With a purring tiger-tread, 

Tiger-ears and tiger-cunning, 
Tiger-eyes and tiger-head. 

And it gambols like a kitten 

Just beneath the mother's smile, 

With the children 'round the threshold. 
Stealing in their hearts the while! 



After Reconstruction, the next great question will be the over- 
throw of the Liquor Traffic. — Abraham Lincoln to Mr. J. B. Mer- 
win, April 14, 1865, the morning before his assassination. 



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Suddenly this tiger-kitten 

Tears its mask and bursts its screen, 

Tiger-Cat in tiger fury, 

And a brother's corpse is seen! 

Then a maddened people clamor 
"Hang him!" and the living son 

Pays the penalty of murder. 
While the Tiger-Cat looks on! 



Many an aged parent languishes in the alms house today be- 
cause his children were not taught kindness and mercy to all 
living creatures. 

Dear Christ, why do we continue to gossip about Thy myste- 
rious birth, when our earth, so full of pain and sorrow, cries unto 
us for succor? Hadst Thou been the scribe, we doubt not there 
would have been less room for creed and more for mercv. 



98] Along Life's Pathway 

And a mother's heart is broken, 

And a father's hps are dumb, 
All because they gave a welcome 

To this Tiger in their home. 
Little dreamed they that the hunting. 

Watching calves and lambkins slain, 
Fishing, just for cruel pleasure, 

E'er could bring such dreadful i)iiin; 
But the tiger-kitten, growing. 

Found its hunger hard to fill. 
Deemed a human life more toothsome! 

And it bent its mighty will. 
Now the parents sit in darkness. 

Wondering whence and where the foe. 
Searching in their prayers and penance 

For the cause of all their woe, 
While the Tiger-Cat sits grinning, 

Showing deadly fang and claw, 
Waiting for another victim 

Thus to fill its hungry maw. 



The modern club and missionary society slay many a woman's 
good name after "meetin's out." 




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APPEAL 

O arouse ye! fathers, mothers, 
Come and lend a helping hand; 

Organize securely, firmly, 

Drive this Tiger from our land. 




Baby's First Lesson in the Crime of Cruelty 



1 Oi ] A long Life's Pathway 

There's no time for idle slumber; 

Life is real and if we 
Are forever blind to suffering, 

Oh, what shall our harvest be? 

Foster every bud of Mercy 

In the children, if you're wise. 

That they grow not heartless beings, 
Cruel tigers in disguise. 

If your daughter's petted fancy 
Hungers for the plumage gay 

Of the gold-finch or the pheasant, 
Tell her of the better way. 

Teach your sons that reckless driving 
Bringeth anguish to the mind, 

That a direful retribution 
Often follows on behind. 



In several of the states women are denied the guardianship 
of their own children or the wages they earn. 




FRANCES E. WILLARD 



She needs no formal beatification ; she was and is the world's 
sainted sister. 



Along Life's Patlncai/ [ 10' 

Let the preachers and the teachers 
Never count that text the least: 

A righteous man regardeth 
The life of his own beast. 

For the Lord of Hosts will prosper, 
And will call that church his own, 

Which most thoroughly suppresses 
Wanton cruelty to the dumb; 

Which shall tell the generations: 
Woman, fit to nurture souls, 

Fit to grace the home and fireside. 
Should be honored at the polls; 

Which shall cast a temperance ballot. 
Fearlessly, ungloved and free. 

Striking at the root of evil. 
Not at twigs upon the tree. 



Judge Ben B. Lindsay and other prominent officials from our 
Equal Suffrage states declare that the ballot in the hands of 
woman has been a civilizer. 



108] Along Life's Pathway 

Let us be humane examples, 
Active, tireless, patient, true. 

Persevere through fire and tempest. 
On and on and still pursue. 

Let us soften cruel masters, 

Till their hands can strike no more, 

Shelter from the storms of winter. 
Drive the wolf beyond the door. 

Let us lift aloft our Red Cross, 
Cross of white, or blue, or gold; 

Let all crosses be uplifted 
For the hungry and the cold; 

Let all charities united 

Fling their banners high in air; 

Let their rainbow tints encircle 
Every nation, everywhere. 



And when we say "temperance" we mean "Prohibition." 
Local Option is a rubber doll wherewith to tickle the tail of the 
serpent. It is the buffoon, the juggler of the wily whisky poli- 
tician. It deceives honest people. 




GENERAL NEAL DOW 
America's Father of Prohibition 



Along Life's Pathxcat/ [HI 

Oh, let us haste to hail that time 

Of Peace so sweet that War's black wing 

Shall wither in its abject fear 

And shame to touch so fair a thing! 

That mothers' boys, so deftly reared, 
Of mother's presence now bereft, 

May come, ere Sin has laid his claim, 
With souls as pure as when they left. 

Let the sword rust in its scabbard 
That the Olive Branch may bloom; 

Let the whole world rest beneath it. 
Breathe its balmy, sweet perfume 

Till its flowers of Love and Mercy 
Have our selfish hearts entwined, 

Making every man a brother. 
All the nations one — combined. 



There is not as yet one foot of real Prohibition territory in 
the entire United States. When shall we be disillusioned from 
the fallacious doctrine of Local Option? 



112] Along Life's Pathway 

A SONNET 

There's so much suffering, yes, 

E'en though we do our best. 
The great, cruel beast will torture his prey 

And the weakling will starve in the nest. 

There's so much suffering, yes. 
From famine, and fire and flood. 

And thoughtlessness and from sheer neglect. 
Where Form is mistaken for God. 

There's so much suffering, yes. 

Oh, miss not a chance to sow. 
And turn our light into every niche 

That a mercy flower may grow. 



Our presient systems of child-labor and white-slave traffic 
will never be remedied by a liquorized government. Why? Be- 
cCause such a power will not enforce true reform measures. 




The Christ of the Andes 



A long Life's Pathrcaij [115 

THE CHRIST OF THE ANDES 

The Christ of the Andes statue was erected on the 
boundary hne between Chile and Argentina at the 
suggestion of Dr. Marcohna Benavente, Bishop of 
San Juan de Cuyo, Argentina, whose co-worker was 
Dr. Ramon Angel Jara, Bishop of San Carlos de 
Ancud, Chile. 

In 1901, on the initiative of Senora de Costa, pres- 
ident of the Christian Mothers' Association of Buenos 
Ayres, one of the largest women's organizations in 
the world, the women of that city began the task of 
securing funds. It was dedicated IMarch 13, 1904. 
There are two bronze tablets on the granite base. One 
gives the history of the creation and erection of the 
statue ; on the other is inscribed the words : 

"Sooner shall these mountains crumble into dust 
than Argentines and Chileans break the peace to 
which they have pledged themselves at the feet of 
Christ the Redeemer." 



116] Along Life's Pathway 

GOSPEL OF PEACE 

"Give me the money spent in war and I will pur- 
chase every foot of land upon the globe. I will clothe 
every man, woman and child in an attire of which 
kings and queens would be proud. I will build a 
school house on every hillside and in every valley on 
the whole earth and supply those houses with com- 
petent teachers. I will build an academy in every 
town and endow each one; a college in every state 
and fill each one with able professors. I will crown 
every hill with a church, consecrated to the promulga- 
tion of the gospel of Peace." 

— Rev. Rufus P. Stebbins. 



Heaven speed the day when we may have tliis modern patri- 
otism, modern religion and modern church ! We can if we will. 



Along Life's Patlncay [117 

Not more children, but better ones. 

— Mary A. Liver more. 

The voice ma}^ come to a woman exactly as to a 
man. — William Perm. 

A part of each life should be spent in the country. 
Too many young people are shunning the farm. 

Mothers, take care of your babies; they are more 
precious than circus-shows and smother}^ crowds. 

Only by giving the ballot to woman can the voice 
of the people be made the voice of God. 

— Emil G. Hirsch. 

White light includes all the prismatic colors; so 
the white ribbon stands for all phases of reform. 

— Frances E. Willard. 

Society owes to the horse a depth of gratitude a 
thousand times greater than it does to thousands of 
men who abuse him. — Henry Ward Beecher. 

No selfish, sickly, ignorant, filthy, drunken, cruel 
or degenerate person should own or have the custody 
of either babies or dogs. Both should be well bred 
and kept clean. 



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CANTO FOURTH 

CONCLUSION 

ADDRESS 

We have told you, friends, but little 

Of this monster Cruelty, 
How it writes with bloody fingers 

In the air, on land and sea. 
And to those who yet defend it 

We have only this to say : 
Where there is a righteous willing 

There is yet a righteous way. 

Cruelty may bring you silver; 

Cruelty may bring you gold; 
Cruelty may lead you surely 

Into streams of wealth untold. 
But your conscience will not shrive you; 

Justice ne'er condones a wrong; 
Money never whitens black deeds; 

Truth scorns Error's croaking song. 

Jesus Christ belonged to the order Essenes and they ate no 
flesh meat. 



120] Along Life's Pathway 

Argue not that they are soulless, 

All these little birds ye slay, 
Nor the poor dog which lies fettered 

In the vivisector's tray, 
Nor the horses over-laden, 

Nor the starving kine ye see — 
Wiser minds than ours have argued 

Self-same things of you and me! 

If the crown of future glory 

Only waiteth for mankind. 
Is it not a greater reason 

He should be of noble mind, 
Full of kindness, love and mercy 

For the fish, and fowl of air. 
And for every living creature 

God entrusteth to our care? 

A FORGOTTEN TEXT 

And I saw heaven opened and behold, a white horse! — Reve- 
lation 19-11. 

More than a hundred prominent authors, including poets 
Byron, Tennyson, Pope and Tupper, have espoused the doctrine 
of immortality for the so-called "dumb" animals. 



Along Life's Pathway [121 

Lo! the prophet sees, engraven, 

"Holiness" upon the bells 
Of the horses in that country 

Where the King of Glory dwells. 
How is this, dehorners, dockers, 

Think ye — on that Judgment Day — 
Are ye not afraid that horses 

Will be somewhat in the way? 



Shall the mild Brahmin stand in equal sin, 
Regarding nature's menials, with the wretch 
Who flays the moaning Abyssinian ox, 
Or roasts the living bird or flogs to death 
The famishing pointer? 

—Martin Farquhar Tupper. 

Never trust charity work to idlers; the}' are failures. In- 
dustrious people are the backbone of our commonwealth and 
are usually willing to shoulder an added responsibility. 

A FORGOTTEN TEXT 

In that day shall there be upon the bells of the horses, 
HOLINESS UNTO THE LORD. — Zecliariah, 14-20. 



122] Alone/ Life's Pothzvay 

Is it not enough we're killing, 

Killing, killing every clay? 
Must we add unto that killing 

Torture, worse than beasts of prey? 
We were taught the roaring lion 

Is the great and kingly beast, 
But not so, we have dethroned him; 

From the greatest to the least. 

The whole creation groaneth 

Because our gory hands 
Count not one poor life precious 

When Cruelty commands! 



A FORGOTTEN TEXT 

They sliall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain; 
for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord. — Isaiah 
11-9. 

Mothers, please instruct your children not to crowd old peo- 
ple off the sidewalk. 




DR. WILLIAM OLIN STILLMAN 

Albany, New York 

President of the American Humane Association. His note- 
worthy philanthropic record is too lengthy for our page. 



A long Life's Pathtcay [125 

QUERY 

Shall our Twentieth Century find us 

Reveling in scenes of gore? 
Must our pleasures be as beastly 

As in centuries gone before? 
Shall ovu' science and our fashion 

Steel our hearts and brutalize 
All that's true and noble in us 

With their cunning and disguise? 

Shall our knowledge only nerve us 

To enjoy such Cruelty 
As would put to shame the savage 

Or the heathen o'er the sea? 
Must our common schools disgrace us 

With the vivisector's tray? 
Shall the children witness horrors 

That can never fade away? 



Brain ^vitll()ut heart is far more dan<>erous than heart witli- 
oiit brain. . . . When the Angel of Pity has been driven from the 
heart; when the fountain of tears is dry, the soul becomes a 
serpent crawling in the dust of a desert. — Robert G. Ingersoll, 



126 



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"The dear frog who blinks at you" 

Children, are we kind as He 
Wants His followers to be? 

Are we doing that which brings 
Happiness to helpless things ? 
Have we courage? Dare we speak 
For the dumb, defenseless, weak? 



I believe in the equality of man; and I believe that religious 
duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring 
to make our fellow creatures happy. — Thomas Paine. 



A long Life's Pa i h xcay [127 

iNIiist they see the little field-mouse 

Slowly tortured, put to death, 
Just to demonstrate that people 

Cannot live without their breath? 
Shall the harmless pigeon suffer. 

When a drunkard, anywhere, 
Affords a temperance lesson 

Better far and less unfair? 

Teacher, did you, can you, would you 

Lacerate those jeweled eyes 
Of the dear frog who blinks at you 

In such confidence unwise? 
Dare you mutilate that body? 

Desecrate with cruel knife? 
Can't you prove by humane methods 

Those mysterious things of life? 



We are fully persuaded that vivisection in our public schools 
teaches four things, viz: Theft of the animals, prevarication, 
rudeness and cruelty. 

A dog's good disposition may be corrupted by his master. 
We would impose a heavy penalty on those who propagate the 
vicious canine. 



128] Along Life's Pathzvay 

Lo! the world's a colosseum, 

Panoramic scene of blood, 
Men and beasts within the circle 

Rising, falling on the flood, 
While our Caesars in their purple. 

Royal lace and tinsel show. 
Quaff the wine of regal pleasure 

From the gory scenes below ! 

Who will leap in the arena 

As did one in days of old? 
Who will dare to face the missiles 

From our Caesars in their gold? 
Who will quell our lions, panthers, 

Human beasts, with helpless prey? 
Who will be our Telemachus, 

Midst the Romans of today? 



Telemachus, a Christian monk, descended into the Roman 
arena, separated the combatants and, though he thereby lost his 
life, conscience was awakened and his martyrdom led to an im- 
perial edict which ended the human sacrifice of the amphitheatre. 



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Alone/ Life's Pathzcay [131 

Who will be like that grand hero, 

Having heard the plaintive cry 
Of a cat, entombed and hungry. 

In a wall which towered high. 
Called nnto the master mason: — 

"Tear it down!" and to the ground 
That great marble pile was lowered 

Till the starving cat was found? 

Henry Bergh's command wrought magic; 

Starving Puss was saved at last. 
While the multitude stood speechless 

At the wonder, unsurpassed! 



That flesh-food does foster undue belligerency and animality, 
that it is the great promoter of alcoholic tliirst, and a prolific 
breeder of cancerous and otlier terrible diseases, are facts un- 
doubted by those who have studied the matter. — Journal of Zoo- 
phily. 



132] 



Along Life's Pathway 




"Starving Puss" 

Among the noblest in the land, 

Though he may count himself the least, 

That man I honor and revere. 

Who, without favor, without fear, 

In the great city dares to stand 

The friend of every friendless beast. 

— Henry TVadftvorth Longfellow. 



"A merciful man is merciful to his beast." — Clara Barton's 
Favorite. 

Fond parent, it could be your child destined to die in the 
white-slave market, upon some factory tread-mill, or a victim of 
our government-licensed gin-mill. Will j^ou not leave off 
frivolity for a time and assist those who war against Cruelty ? 




HENRY BERGH 

America's Father of Mercv 



Alone/ Life's Pathway [135 

Who again shall keep the vigil 

In her robes of somber hue, 
Watching o'er the sick and dying, 

Like Maria Theresa, who, 
True to flag and true to duty. 

Fearless of the blood that ran. 
Followed she the roaring cannon, 

On through China and Japan? 

Though twice wounded in the conflict 

She again braved Death and Hell, 
Caught the heavy grenade falling, 

Caught within her arms the shell, 
Caught it up within her strong arms. 

As it midst the wounded fell, 
And bore it far from the ambulance 

Ere the Demon burst his cell! 



The conventional mourning garb injures the health and makes 
conspicuous the wearer. 



136] Alone/ Life's Pathway 

Who will be our Clara Barton? 

Ah, we reverence her name! 
Who shall have her dauntless courage? 

Who shall wear her crown of fame? 
On the angry Mississippi 

And Ohio's raging tide, 
We can see her steamboat heaving 

That the hungry be supplied; 

Thence across the rolling ocean 

There to breathe the fetid breath, 
And to cool the burning pillow 

In a land of scourge and death! 
O'er the world her Mercy sceptre 

In the splendor of its sheen. 
From the meanest, lowest hovel. 

As a Star of Hope is seen. 



Let our funeral sermon be a Mercy sermon, speaking for 
those who cannot speak for themselves ; a Temperance sermon, 
pleading for a saner parentage. 




CLARA BARTON 
Of "Red Cross" Fame 



Along Life's Pathway [139 

Who among ye hath a daughter 
Worthy of this woman's crown? 

Who shall follow in her foot-steps 
Now she lays her burden down? 



Capital punishment only adds crime to crime. 

War is Hell ! — General William Tecumseh Sherman. 

When true knighthood blossoms, "Votes for Women" shall 
thrive apace. 

Be not among wine-bibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh. — 
Proverbs 23-20. 

Let us think high thoughts, altruistic thoughts, and then pa- 
tiently plod the lowly, simple, prosaic path which leads to their 
realization. — Mrs. Mary F. Lovell, Department of Mercy, World's 
and National Women's Christian Temperance Union. 

If we are not immortal, if there is not a great free life be- 
yond, as great as the out-reaching of the heart, as great as the 
contriving of the brain, as great as the faith that fastens the 
aspiring soul to God, then we are the mightiest mockery that has 
been let loose to feed on its own anguish. — Frances E. JVillard. 



I'iO] Alone/ Life's Pathway 

PROPHESY 

In the glorious golden Sometime 

Telemachi brave shall come, 
Garrisons and Paines for freedom, 

Other Berghs for weak and dumb, 
Anthonys and Stowes and Stantons, 

Clara Bartons by the score, 
Dows and Goughs and Frances Willards, 

Florence Nightingales and more, 

Coming to unite the nations 

And to haste that time of Peace 
When a "child shall lead the lion," 

When great cruelties shall cease; 
Uncle John and Aunt Jane Moorland 

May for years sleep side by side 
In some quiet little church yard. 

Ere the slow but steady tide, 

I pray that when Death comes to me, he may come while the 
harness is on. — John B. Gough. 

Always vote for principle, though you vote alone, that you 
may cherish the sweet reflection that your vote is never lost. — 
John Quincy Adams. 



SUSAN B. ANTHONY 

If I have lived to any purpose, carry on the work I have to 
lay down. — Susaii B. Anthony. 

Teach your boys and girls, everywhere, the story of her sweet 
life. 



Along Life's Pathwoi/ [1"^^ 

flighty wave of human progress 

Shall have risen to the height 
Where the world shall see the wisdom 

And the joy of doing right. 
Though perhaps Aunt Jane so noble, 

Yielded, on that winter's eve, 
To stern Uncle John's opinion, 

There are thousands more who grieve. 

Thousands more full of compassion. 

Only waiting for the light, 
For a stronger Aunt Jane Moorland 

Than oiir heroine that night. 
We can hear them coming, coming. 

O'er the hills and vales of Time, 
Like an angel's silvery chorus. 

Like a poet's blissful rhyme. 



The Southern planter went to the war, leaving his wife and 
children in the custody of negro slaves, and not one ever be- 
trayed that sacred trust. When the white man's licensed saloon 
was established those trusty creatures were made demons. 



141] Along Life's Pathway 

They are coming from the Orient, 

From the prairies of the West, 
From the North and from the Southland, 

All the nations shall be blest; 
There shall be one mighty people 

Saying, "I^et the right be done:" 
In the paths of Temperance, Mercy, 

Peace and Love, we journey on. 



All other trusts are as infants when compared with the Whis- 
ky trust. 

Walter Scott carried such a fund of sympathy and good will 
that even the animals found fellowship with him, and the pigs 
understood his great heart. — John Burroughs. 

So closely interwoven are the interests of man and the gentle 
dumb creatures given to his service and his care, that cruelty 
and brutality to the patient beast of burden result in the debasing 
of the guilty man himself. — Clara Morris, Author of "Life on the 
Stage." 





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souir bao sltall rriiju, not in mu mag or tliinp, :pprlia^s. 
but aftrr a truer mannrr of patriotism as yrt unborn. 



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One copy del. to Cat. Div. 



)Ul 21 1911 



